Feed each other... The way the Lord and his employees were glazing over it so casually seemed absurd to the Starlight Maiden. It was just such an intimate thing, things that couples did. Is that how they were trying to portray the pair or were they merely appealing to the idea of what it might appear like to be in a situation with one or the other. Even so, Nessa was flabbergasted, too much so to formulate a sensible argument. As she glanced over at Markus, wondering what he had been about to say about her outfit. Her violet eyes found themselves moving down over the exposed region of his chest, his muscle all dripping wet like that. Her breath caught in her throat as she admired him, somehow no matter how often she would look upon it. She always found herself impressed by Markus's physique, she heard someone clear their throat loudly and dragged her gaze away. Only to meet the hard gaze of the brown-haired girl from earlier. Nessa glanced away casually, pretending to be admiring the lighting and shuffling toward the set awkwardly, the girls hawk-like gaze still watching her as she did so.
The pair moved towards the rug, Nessa shifted carefully, trying hard not to dislodge any ribbons as she did so. Before Markus could join her, the brown-haired girl, apparently the Lord's daughter rushed over to Markus, declaring the need for an adjustment. Nessa watched her approach, the girl's hands pulling open his robe, before trailing down his chest, moving much lower than necessary. Nesa felt a twinge once again, her nostrils flared ever so slightly and her teeth clenched tightly. This girl was overstepping her job, earlier Nessa had brushed it off but it was beginning to become clearer. This girl had a thing for Markus. Nessa held her tongue, something about this situation was starting to bother her. Ashley, that's how the Lord would introduce her. Nessa's face split into a very tight smile as Markus thanked her and moved towards the Saint of Purity. "Yes, thank you, Ashley." Nessa added, and whilst her voice was polite for the most part, there was an ever so slight touch of sarcasm behind her words.
Following this, they would get into position, the chocolates placed before them. Nessa would move her eyes to Markus, the irritation from moments ago shifting into nervousness. As guided, she reached down and plucked a chocolate from the plate. Reaching over she brought the chocolate towards his mouth, feeding him delicately. When it was her turn to receive the chocolate, she found her heart begin to race slight, "That's it, Miss Lux, lean into it slightly, slowly part your lips, hold that eye contact, yes, yes, very nice!" Nessa could feel her body getting warming with each passing moment. This was beyond anything she'd been expected to do with someone for the sake of a job before. Goodness, she hoped it was worth it. After the director was satisfied, he would instruct a slight adjustment in there positioning, wanting Markus to lean over Nessa a bit more as he fed her. Nessa looking up at him nervously, he was considerably closer now. Her eyes were on his, distracted for a moment, as he raised his hand to feed her once more. Suddenly, she felt a tug at the ribbon over her chest. Nessa's eyes shot down, watching as the ribbon around her come undone. Her eyes widening in shock. She was frozen, unsure of what to do, most of her was now exposed, aside from the few ribbons that had fallen between the crevice of her legs and a few small strands of ribbon still draped over her chest, although that was minimal. She wanted to freak out, to reached over and cover herself, but if she did that, she knew full well that she could dislodge the ribbons and expose her naked self completely.
The director's exciting instruction meant she remained frozen for a few moments, she waited with bated breath. Looking up at Markus for his reaction to the situation, he could see more of her than anyone right now, what with his robe covering her body from those outsides. She found herself gazing at him, why did they always end up like this? In such close intimate situations. Her eyes sought his, trying to figure out an answer. They had agreed just to be friends but was that really possible, every time they were around each other it was like they were drawn into some crazily intimate situation. Yet, she didn't really mind, not really. Sometimes, she longed for it, his proximity. Distantly she could hear the director speak, but she didn't hear what he said, too distracted in her thoughts of Markus. His eyes met hers and then after a moment, he would lean forward. She froze, still unable to move, had she missed something? Had the director asked him to move closer, she lay under him watching his movements. He came closer, her breath quickened, "Markus..." She whispered breathily, just loud enough for him to hear, her voice slightly huskier than it normally was.
And then just like that he stopped, a loud voice crashing into the moment like a sledgehammer. The shrill and increasingly annoying voice of Ashley. Nessa glanced over to her, finally paying attention, Kiss?! So he HAD been about to kiss her but at the order of the director. Of course, that made much more sense. She glanced back at him sheepishly, not really caring about whatever victory Ashley had just claimed. But more so about her reaction to Markus's approach. She decided she needed to get out of this situation, it was far too dangerous to remain in any longer. "If we're done with this scene, any chance I can get a screen, I'd like to cover myself up a bit, it's cold and I don't fancy exposing myself for the sake of your 'calender'." She order firmly, her embarrassment causing her words to come out slightly harsher than she'd intended them too. The assistance quickly brought over a screen and a dressing gown, setting it down next to her before moving away. Leaving just her and Markus behind the screen. She sighed, "Markus please, could you close your eyes for me?" She asked softly, before carefully shifting out from under him. As expected the ribbons fell and she was naked for a moment, she quickly grabbed the robe and pulled it over herself. Before glancing over to him, she wanted to say something but she didn't know what. Before she could even form the words, the screen was moved away and they began preparing for the next set.
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